Whether in the cave or on the way back to the city, Fan Wencheng showed a dispensable, light-hearted appearance. Even if Li Fu led the topic to Guanghaijun Li Hui several times, Fan Wencheng was noncommittal and covered up the past. The car went around the edge of Hanyang City in a big circle before entering the city gate and coming to the door of the Yongtai Warehouse.

When Fan Wencheng got out of the car, he accidentally hit a stumbling one. Seeing that Li Fu came over to support him, he quickly shook his hand to indicate that he was fine, "It's a little numb to cross your legs along the way, just find a servant and press it later." It's hard work for Steward Li today. He insisted on standing at the door, watching Li Fu drive away with the mule cart.

Watching Li Fu slowly disappear around the corner of the street, Fan Wencheng pushed away the little guy who was about to support him, took off the green shirt on his body three times and divided it by two, threw it in the corner in disgust, and hurriedly walked into his secret room in the backyard of the warehouse wearing the soft armor inside.

Shaking the bell hanging on the desk, a middle-aged man dressed in North Korea soon appeared at the door of the study.

"Stay here, no one is allowed to come in." Fan Wencheng ordered the guards outside the door as he welcomed the middle-aged man in.

"Oh, Grandpa Jin, take a look."

Fan Wencheng pushed the two portraits of his face drawn with a brush to the middle-aged man, the technique was very rough, but the broom eyebrows, triangular eyes and a wide mouth still clearly reflected the characteristics of the so-called Guanghaijun Li Hui he saw today.

"That's right." This person named Jin Buzhi has the voice of a eunuch with a strange yin and yang atmosphere.

"The old slave has served His Highness for more than ten years, and he will never be mistaken. His Royal Highness has a total of three stand-ins, two of which are just similar in stature, and one of them is more similar to His Highness, but he has been burned to death by the old slave in the imperial garden on the day he left the palace. In this world, if it weren't for the sincere search, I'm afraid it would be difficult to find someone so close to His Highness in a while. ”

"Although the lord of Weng was only more than five years old when he left the palace, his appearance is also seven or eight points similar to what Master Fan outlined."

This eunuch, who used his natal money after leaving the palace, looked at the avatar drawn by Fan Wencheng, and was a little stupid. reacted suddenly, quickly left his seat, and kowtowed to Fan Wencheng as he lay on the ground.

"Master Fan," before he finished speaking, Jin Buyi's eyes were already full of tears.

"But if you can save Your Highness my family, the five hundred slaves and maids in the original Gyeongbok Palace will be at your disposal."

After speaking, he sat tremblingly on the ground, took off his shoes, tore open the soles of his shoes with his mouth, and took out a folded boxy drawing from the middle.

"No one knows the location and secret passages of the palace better than the old slave. Not to mention the current puppet emperor, it is the prince in front of the puppet emperor, and he is also a consul of the most inconspicuous Huanyi Bureau of the old slave back then. The palace is still a place to look up to him. But for the old slave, it is the existence of walking in and out. ”

Fan Wencheng didn't even look at Gonggong Jin who was kneeling on the ground, and the piece of paper held high in his hand. He just carefully folded the two pieces of rice paper, tore them up little by little, and threw them into the brazier under the desk. The pale blue flames licked and licked, accompanied by a puff of green smoke, and instantly turned into a few pieces of fly ash.

"Father-in-law, get up. I also occasionally see His Royal Highness Hun's face today. Helplessly, His Royal Highness seems to have mourned more than his heart to death, and it seems that he is not as open-minded as his father-in-law. ”

How dare Jin Gonggong get up, kneel on the ground, and crawl to the feet of Fan Wencheng on his knees.

"Lord Fan may also blame my Royal Highness. If the slave maid's guess is right, maybe this puppet emperor has also sent countless villains to test my Royal Highness in various names and ways. This is the first time my lord has met His Highness, and it is reasonable for him to have reservations. For the meaning of snubbing adults, you can just remember it on the slave and maid alone. ”

As he spoke, he laughed miserably and said:

"In this secret passage, there are also treasures in the palace treasured by the previous kings of His Royal Highness, gold, cultural toys, calligraphy and paintings. The old slave showed it to the adults, and he no longer planned to live in this world. All the debts of His Royal Highness, the old slave will be cut off in a remote place in the palace at the moment when His Royal Highness re-ascends the throne, and use this ghost as the guardian of our emperor to apologize for the adult. ”

"Why is this so?" Hearing this, Fan Wencheng also felt a lot of affection, and felt that Guanghaijun Li Hui was not such a failure, and in the end he was still such a loyal old servant. However, what is this for me, a dignified post-Jin Zhangjing?

He took a sip of tea from the teapot that was already cold in his hand.

"Don't hold it up, how could I have seen your little gold. What's more, for our male lord, this gold and jade cannot be drunk by thirst or hunger. There are more brothers who turn against each other, and their wives are like enemies. Go to Hugh and go to Hugh. ”

At the moment, I thought in my heart that I had to send someone over to take a look at this. If there are many of them, I don't know if I have enough boats and wagons. Houjin is really having a hard time this year.

Originally, he was going to rob Dingliao, but according to the informant, the Ming Dynasty appeared countless strange-looking bunkers in Dingliao overnight, and the walls of several guards and cities were also heightened and strengthened a lot, and several brave generals on the front line suffered a small loss. With this bit of income in North Korea, I am afraid that I can give my master a little confidence.

No matter what, North Korea must be cleaned up this time. Only poor North Korea is its most suitable partner. Only a poor North Korea can be subordinated to the iron heel of Daikin for a long time.

However, what to do with Amin Belle this time?

Putting him in North Korea is to bury a big hidden danger for his master. But why did Master Huang Taiji still encourage himself at the last time? Let Amin just come to North Korea?

Don't............

Fan Wencheng was accustomed to seeing the palace conspiracy and the brotherly wall, and couldn't help but think in the direction of the conspiracy, as if this was the only correct solution. Returning with countless jewels and a coffin is not exactly what his master wants to see?

Is this something that only you can do, you just need a sharp firearm.

Firearms.

How much hard work he put into the Liao generals in Dengzhou, who knows that this bad emperor transferred them all back. Now Zhao Rate, who has become a stinky stone, teaches the old immortal. One of the five people who had given gifts came back, and he was blinded by stabbing and cutting off his ears, leaving only one tongue and four human heads on his back. It's a pity that the quality of gunpowder sent by Shanxi is getting worse and worse.

Fan Wencheng thought quietly, and Gonggong Jin knelt on the ground quietly.